Fallow 358

The rain is pouring
I believe after sunrise
Yet the skies are dark

Taste of true fallow
Unexpected holiday
Words true, sharp, and sparse

'Neath the overhang
I find day filtering in
Without plan in mind

But song in my heart
And seeping into airwaves
Signs still resonate

If story is done
Why do days keep proceeding
As they ever have?

Agreement compelled
Is no agreement at all
Just a desperate lie

I see that first spark
Our hearts will judge between us
When the chips are down

For desperation
Is an acceptable state
When it's all you have

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